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Probably a few years before CIA meant Central Intelligence Agency it meant Culinary Institute of America. When I was a kid we had family on my father's side who lived in the Hudson Valley not too far from Hyde Park. I began liking to cook already at a pretty young age and was fascinated by the big building we passed on Route 9 north of Poughkeepsie that I was told was a college for chefs.
Hyde Park really isn’t that far from where I mostly grew up ...
... this semester. We all went our separate ways (for the time being) and I still chatted with some of the friends at the hotel who weren't able to make it. After visiting Marist, mom and I made the most of our detour by stopping at Five Guys for lunch. Then, we stopped at the bank and got back on the road all the way to the City. At that point in time, it seemed we had beat the ...
... 20am (sorry Dad. I owe you a cocktail. Or two. And some fudge).
A stressful afternoon to say the least trying to work out if I was actually booked on the flight (the link BA sent me was acting up). But after 3 phone calls to BA (all helpful, last guy most of all) everything was sorted. So now I have my boarding pass printed and my limo voucher (taxi...) printed. All good to go.
The researchers lunch was great as ever. Had a good chat with ...
... closed by the time I get back into Irvington). An interesting character is our Bob.
Researchers Lunch today. And the cookie tin has been filled up again! Still no more blueberry or French Vanilla Coffee, so I am glad I made the most of that in my first and second week.
Now, my intention this morning was to detail more about the lovely house I am staying at, and the lovely people, and the lovely Jasper. Yet it seems something happens and I get distracted by ...
So I have now had my first experience of an American grocery store. At first it was a little much to get my head around, and I didn't want to keep Robin waiting too long as she had kindly driven me down there. I definitely went round in circles a few times - having gotten some milk (Americanism? I've only been here 2 and a bit days...Or is it an English-ism that I have forgotten already...) I headed back to the other end of the store for some potatoes and ...